Saturday, September 10, 2005

   Reading, Writing and Cussin' Out Twerps
Actually, for some reason entirely unknown to me, children like me. If I knew the reason why, I'd alter my behaviour accordingly.

This fellow would also likely wear Kid Repellant if it came in cans.

I typed up a fic that's been sitting on my floor for a couple of days. I'm wondering if I should post it here or just post it at fanfiction.net and link to it. Whatchathink?

It's Saiyuki. Title: Holy Paycheck! It's a concept that's probably been done before... but then, chibis have been done before as well, appearently. Having never read fanfiction before I wrote the chibi story, I was not aware of that.

It may have been a good thing. After all, I think my chibis are... different.

So, to post or not to post; here, or not to ... here... the ... yeah.

Buttons. Buttons taste nice. But don't swallow!

I'm proud to announce that I have been courting Depression, and now we are Engaged!

I think he might understand. Though I doubt he'd use that language.

Since, you know, he's technically Chinese and all...
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Friday, September 9, 2005

   A funny thing happened on the way to the forum...
My mood invariably deteriorates in the fall.

Yellow leaves pissing from trees
Cold wind and rotten damp
I hate fall like I hate
Motherhood and Apple Pie.



Though pie can be okay with cheese. But I'm not the motherhood type.

My mood deteriorates in the fall, I tend to become snappy. I hate people touching me. I have a personal space that can be seen from space. In that way I tend to resemble Sanzo.

In fact, when my Dear Brother sees me reading the paper and drinking my coffee in the morning, he tends to remark:

"Out of cigarettes?"

I don't smoke.

"Where's your Sutra?"

I'm not Buddhist. Or Hindu.

"Want me to go warm up the Jeep for you?"

"How the hell can you warm up a vehicle that has no roof? And we don't own a Jeep, so you'd have to go steal one. On second thought, you go do that... I'll see if I can get you put away for Auto Theft! A little peace and quiet around here, you noisy bastard!"

"Nice chakra."

"The hell?"

Forehead pointing.

The zit is back.

I'm an old lady with a zit in the middle of my forehead. I don't know who would be more offended by this comparison, me or Sanzo.

All I know is, I don't have a gun.


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Monday, September 5, 2005

   Crack, anyone?
Put my back out on Friday. I'm officially a Mighty Morphine-Powered Stranger.

Irony: According to society's idiotic and rather haphazard method of assigning numbers to people, I got a whole year older some time this weekend. I don't celebrate birthdays... I don't think I deserve a cake just for staying alive, despite my best efforts to the contrary, for a year. And I have other reasons:

Making wallpapers. Think to myself, "You know, Koumyo Sanzo's pretty darn hot."

"Wait a sec..."

And then I scream for a bit in the realization that I must now be officially old.

But... he's still hot...

=^o.O^=

Here's some paper of Sanzo Jr. I'm continuing to go through my archives and color previous b&w wallpapers. If you have a favorite, or a favorite frame from the manga you'd like me to color, let me know.

Here's a happy fellow. You know, the only thing scarier than Hakkai when he's not smiling is Sanzo when he is...

And, after that guilty admission of aging tastes, here's the old guy. Hey, Sean Connery's hot, and he can collect pension.
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Sunday, September 4, 2005

What smiley do you use at a time like this?
I don't even know what my real facial expression should look like.

Like all aspiring jazz musicians, I always wanted to go to New Orleans. I guess I should have gone when I had the chance.

Or not. Happy I'm not there.

Anyway...

The purpose of this web page is... chibi therapy!! Life is full of sadness, death, and Iraqi Reality Television shows called "Materials and Labour" where a TV studio picks a lucky family who have had at least one relative killed and their family home destroyed in the war, and - you guessed it! - rebuilds their house, live, in front of a TV audience! The emotions! The drama! The ...

reality.

For everyone else on the planet.

Chibi Therapy!!

... is being provided today by LouBlue who's done fan art for Ch.15 of When Chibis Attack! It's perfect. I love it. Go see it!!

You need the laugh.

I needed the laugh.

If you need more laugh, Lou did this adorable gummy number as well. And don't forget Summoner Rekka did this awfully cute pic of everyone's favorite Mamma's Boy.

And if that's not enough cuteness for you... well, you can look at my fan art, if you like. Nothing new from me today.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I can hear the chibis calling me. It seems the Great Hug Allocation Debate is going full swing again.

Thanks for all your comments and support, by the way. It means a world to me.
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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

   File It Under Holy Sh...
insplints?

A-hem. I actually like this one.

I just know he's thinking about kittens.

This one is non-kitteny thoughts.
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   When Chibis Attack! Part 15
Sometimes I make obscure jokes based on the previous narrative. Don't get it? Get some.


In Which Drinking Resumes

The Silence of the Doorbells... disturbs me.

The delivery man long gone, Chibi Sanzo has somehow managed to get the front door open and is dragging a cardboard box inside. He wears the grin of a weasel in a poultry processing plant.

"It's here! It's finally here!"

The other chibis are backing away slowly. Perhaps I should take this as an indication of a Safety Hazard?



Look over Sanzo's tiny shoulders at the Package. It is papered in stickers reading "Rush Order!", "Special Delivery!" and "Valued Customer!!" The stickers obscure the address of the sender:

"Kiss and Hugson," I read aloud.



"It's the latest model! The Saturday Afternoon Special." Sanzo tears the package to pieces with the glee of a magpie on a fresh garbage bag.

"Well... I think I'll go see if... Hakkai needs a hand..." Gojyo has managed to back all the way to the hallway.

"Yes... cookies..." Goku is not far behind... no, wait, in front... of him. They've obviously decided that the sounds of a violent conflict are vastly safer than the malicious laughter that escapes Sanzo as he holds the shiny silver gun aloft.

"Mua ha ha ha haaaaaa!"




It is bright and sunny outside. This indicates that the Chibis do not control the weather, as that laugh calls for a crash of thunder. I am deeply pleased that there are at least meteorological limits to this madness.



Gun in hand, Sanzo walks straight past me and into the kitchen.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" goes the gun.

Various screaming follows.

Goku, Gojyo and now Kougaiji appear and race down the hall. Sanzo follows in hot pursuit, robes flapping.

"Mua ha ha ha haaa!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"





Walk into kitchen. It looks like a recently demilitarized war zone, complete with craters and smoke.

Hakkai is taking cookies off the cooling rack and putting them into their unbelievable jar.

"Oh, hello. Sorry about the mess; I'll get it cleaned up later. Would you like a cookie? I managed to save most of them..." He hops over an unexploded crumb, holding a little plate.

"No."

Reach into fridge: Rum.

Pour glass.




"Ah. I see. Yes, it has been an eventful morning, hasn't it."

"Ha ha ha," I state blandly.

The screams are getting louder again, as are the "Bang!" noises and evil laughter. They must have gotten to the end of the hallway and turned around.



Drink.



"Won't you have a cookie with that? There won't be any left once Goku... and now apparently Kougaiji... get at them. Ha ha ha. At least try one?"

Glance at Hakkai over rim of glass. Please, oh few snatches of remaining sanity, tell me he's not tearing up. I'm going to start bottling that stuff they constantly leak. Maybe I can sell it, since I sure as hell won't be getting any work done at this rate.



Take cookie. Munch.

"They're pretty good. Well done."

Hakkai brightens visibly, and gives me a little hug. That's what I get for leaning on the counter within Hugging Range.



The three Chibis round the central wall and pass through the kitchen again, Sanzo still tailing them closely.



Drink.



They are gone, just as they came, back down the hall.

Turn to Hakkai, who is carefully fitting a locking lid onto the cookie jar and setting a complicated timing device attached to it.

"It's a bloody cap gun, for crying out loud."

"I know," replies Hakkai with a smile. "But let him have his fun."

"Yarg."

"Have another, won't you." Hakkai proffers a plate again.

"What the hell."

Take cookie. Munch.




"While the others are amused for the moment, I have a matter I'd like to discuss with you." Hakkai pulls the Serious Face.

"Oh." Refill glass. Pause in thought. Return rum to fridge. I have no hope of working if I'm unconscious, and work is what pays for rum.

"Yes, I'm afraid it's quite serious," Hakkai continues. "Excuse me just a minute..."



Chibi Hakkai takes his neatly folded lab coat off the shelf and puts it on. He takes a pair of glasses out of the coat's pocket and replaces his monocle with them.

"Is someone sick?" I ask.

"Well, yes and no. You see, this is the little Scientist outfit: You'll notice there's no stethoscope..."

"Ah."

"But I'm afraid we all may be suffering from a kind of sickness, one that can't be cured by hugs alone."

Drink.

"Have a cookie with that."

"Thanks."

"I'm beginning to suspect that this 'Chibiism' is progressive, and possibly even contagious."

"Really."

"Yes. For example, yesterday I wasn't able to do this..." Hakkai reaches behind his back and pulls out a bunch of flowers. "Here you are."

"Uh... thanks." Put rum down. Search for vase.

"Yesterday, there was nothing but air behind my back. Today I'm rather afraid to reach back there. Even this adorable little outfit is new to me, though it all seems so familiar."

"Maybe you're going insane. Ah, here it is."



Untie pink bow. Put flowers in water. Place in center of table.

Rearrange flowers slightly.

Wait... can hallucinations go insane?

What nice chrysanthemums for this time of year. It's been years since I got flowers...

"I wondered about that, obviously," continues Cho Hakkai, Investigator of the Oddly Cute. "But is also seems to be spreading. Today you used the Chibi Rules of Extemporaneous Oratory, and a form of Chibi Interrogation."

"I did, didn't I..." There they go again, the Four Chibi Orbit of Screams and Bangs.



Drink.



"Cookie? You're welcome. Getting to the point, we really must find a way back to Chibigenkyo and get on our way to Ten-Chibikkyu... or at least find some remedy for this... and we must do it soon. In the meantime, I'm recommending more hugs and plenty of cuddles, but..."

Two brain cells passing in an alcohol ocean...

"Hey, have you seen my cat?"

Silence.




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Monday, August 29, 2005

   Gragh!
The chibis stole my brain! Maybe they're zombie chibis.

By the way, you think you were misunderstood as a teenager... And I'll keep my mouth shut on the subject of what had happened to screw him up. I'm figuring you don't all have access to the fan scans...

Nyuu~~^^,

But I have to say that Minekura's storytelling just gets better. By the end of The Ukoku/Koumyo line, I'm thinking "He's old, but he's hot!" about both of them. Then realizing that they're not much older than me... and hiding in a closet.

By the end of the "Why Sanzo Started Smoking" (and it wasn't from Goku stress), I'm actually crying. And I don't cry: not at movies, not reading books... the only movie I ever cried at was Schindler's List... and even then I got to my car before I broke down. I'm not saying Saiyuki is on the level of a holocaust film. However, for CREATED CHARACTERS they are realistic and constant enough to break my heart. My ice-cold heart.

Oh, and I've come full circle, thanks to re-reading the Kami-Sama arc. I started reading Saiyuki because I laughed at the Urasai at the end of Reload fansubs. Then I watched some of the first-season and liked the art. Then I found the manga.

Henceforth, I fell in love with Gojyo... then, fickle like a feather in the wind, I switched to Sanzo. Then on to Kougaiji, thanks to Against the Stream.

I'm stuck on Gojyo again. What can I say, I love a guy who's good with kids.

Yikes... the cycle may continue again... Sanzo's burial chapters always make me feel a little starry-eyed.

Crap! I hope I'm not turning into a chibi...

Little Bastards...

Little bastards with guns, apparently. It's nice to see Sanzo smile for once.

No, wait. It's not...
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Sunday, August 28, 2005

   Things I Have Called My Cat.
Don't laugh too loud, she's napping in the other room...

Fuzz-Butt
Fuzzy Buttons
My Lord Fuzzy Buttons the First/Third
Felinus Maximus
Fuzzicus Maximus
General Fuzzicus
Furicus Rex (the Furniture)
Your Furship
FleaBag
FurBag
Evil Little Cat
Rotten Little Cat
Fat Cat
You Fluffy Fatness
Evil One
Oh Mighty Evil One
Cat
Hairball
Furball
Kittykins
Kitty
Evil Kitty
FluffyKitty
Ich Bein Ein FluffyKitty
Fluffy Nutkin
Fluffy Nuts
Monkey Nuts
Mog
Moggy
Evil Moglet
Rat Bag
Rattus Cattus
Old Fart
Farticus
Fuzzilicious

Needless to say, I love my kitty. I just wish she'd stop trying to smother me in my sleep.
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   Damn those naps...
I've written another 3 chapters of the chibi story, one of which is (I think) the cutest yet.

... on paper.

I have no shortage of ideas, but a shortage of a. computer time, b. finger dexterity and c. frontal lobe function. In other words: Morphine + shift change + family home = CB is whacked out.

Crack would be kinder to my body.

So I've been trying to reset my internal clock, force it to sleep at night, instead of from 7am to noon... and my clock is fighting back with true temporal fury. Neither alcohol nor NyQuil nor Phenylhydramine HCl nor freaking MORPHINE will put me out.

And the Chibis arrive at 3am, regular as clockwork (the little weasels) and then I have to write and write, and my fingers get sore (and the next day my eyes get sore deciphering the scrawl) and then at 7 am I crash, smiling cutely in my sleep...

to be woken at 8:30am.

I'm wankered. Sorry guys. Hopefully I'll get back to my global Chibigroup therapy tomorrow.

... but to be honest: Don't count on me. I have no willpower when I'm sleep deprived. Yesterday I went "to the store to see if they had shampoo". Came home with a new wallet, make-up I would normally never buy, paper stuff, etc. and the wrong shampoo. Today, I go to buy quarter rolls. Come home with turkish delight, and a fashion magazine. Me! A fashion magazine!!

That's like a vegetarian coming home with a pork roast.

Sleep deprivation does some odd stuff to the brain. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go put on some make-up Sailormoon style, and eat turkish delight while destroying my body image with airbrushed pics of bulimics.

Maybe I can pretend I'm studying the pics to improve my own photoshop work?

Chibi Sanzo just fired a warning shot. I'd better go, before my underpants start following me around again...

Crack: it's not just for breakfast anymore!
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Monday, August 22, 2005

   Returned the Evil Game.
...for it was eating my life. You know, I just can't resist the chibis.

Have to link to this episode of Ozzy and Millie... doesn't it remind anyone else of Saiyuki? Nya ha ha ha ha!

I'll be updating the chibi story later today if all goes well. If it doesn't, I'll be eating a cookie and thinking about naps.

=^-o-^= yawn!
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